CHAPTER V. PITTSBURGH Female College. First day at Pittsburgh-A botanical outing-A wordless secret-One year ago— Original plans-Roll of Honor-The Self-governed-The Good-behavior Club-Art and composition classes-The first Woman's Commencement-The Chicago fire. CHAPTER X. WHY I LEFT THE UNIVERSITY. Puzzling questions-Union of University and College - New methods-Resignation of position-Reports of committees-Trial and triumph-After fifteen years. My benefactors-Itinerary-The Giant's Causeway-The Garden of Eden-St. Ber- nard-Paris-Ecumenical Council-Pyramids-Palestine-Car-window jottings at CHAPTER III. MOODY'S BOSTON Meetings-Oliver's DEATH. Bible talks-A change of plan-A" free lance"-The great petition-Brother's xvi Table of Contents. Pall Mall Gazette disclosures-The White Cross League-Efficient help from the The "catnip tea" resolution-The Indianapolis Convention-Nomination of Fisk and Brooks-The Blue and the Gray-Prohibition platform-The suffrage debate- Metropolitan Opera House-Protests and memorials-Distinguished guests-Ad- vancement "all along the line "-Ecclesiastical emancipation of women—W. C. Crusade annals-Evolution-Organization-One in Christ Jesus. Pledges broken and fulfilled-Mrs. Judge Thompson-Convention episodes.-Dr. GLIMPSES OF FIFTY YEARS: THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN AMERICAN WOMAN. A LITTLE PILGRIM. Mother was nearly thirty-five when I was born, the fourth of her five children, one of whom, the first, had passed away in infancy, and the third at the age of fourteen months. This little girl, Caroline Elizabeth, mother has always spoken of as the most promising child she ever bore, or, for that matter, ever saw. "She was a vision of delight," with deep blue eyes and dark brown hair; a disposition without flaw, her nerves being so well encased and her little spirit so perfectly equipoised that she would sit or lie in her cradle cooing to herself by the hour, and when she rode, the beauty of the world outdoors seemed so well apprehended by this seraphic child that her little hands were constantly outstretched and her sweet eyes were full of light and comprehension, while her silvery voice took on such an ecstasy as was remarked by all who knew her. My little sister passed to heaven just as she began to speak the language of this world. My mother's first great grief then broke her heart, and as I came less than one year afterward, the deep questionings and quivering pathos of her spirit had their effect on mine. She lived much with her books, especially the Bible and the poets, in this chastened interval. Many a time has she said to me, "Frank, above all things else thank heaven you were a welcome child, for I had prayed so often |